“Damn, Luke, what the hell’d you do to your forehead?” That was Jake, and of course the rest of the team had to turn and gawk, too.
Luke had to admit, the bruise had become a striking shade of bluish purple since Friday night. He’d put ice on it, after all, when he’d gotten home, and had nursed a headache for the rest of the night. In hindsight, he considered that the blood-thinning qualities of the aspirin he’d taken for the headache might have made the bruising worse.
Luke sighed. “I walked into the edge of a door, that’s all.”
“Jesus, were you drunk?”
“No, Jake, I haven’t turned into a stumbling drunk. Let’s just say the door opened unexpectedly.” The guys on his softball team all knew he was gay, and didn’t seem to have any issues with it, but still, he wasn’t sure he wanted to exp
